Unsurprisingly, it consists of destinations many of us wouldn’t head to if we were on the run from Belmarsh.

Buckingham Palace (staring through railings at rich people’s windows blocked by net curtains), the new Wembley (same as the old one minus the atmosphere), exclusive London restaurants like Nobu (stick-thin models being poured wine by rich, old pervs) designer clothes shops (stick thin models being bought lingerie by rich, old pervs), and Scottish golf courses (club me with a nine iron, now, please).

They’re not the places which symbolise the Britain we all know and love. They’re tourist trap cliches.

Foreigners would get a better idea of what makes us tick if they went to the other extreme of caricature and sat in a gridlocked M25 all day before pulling into a lay-by at night to see the British passion for all things related to dogs and dogging.

They’d find more reality (and pleasure) sampling a Glaswegian battered chocolate bar supper or a plate of decomposed fish-and-chips in an motorway service station.

To see this nation in all its glory, and its people at their hospitable best, you need to steer clear of the obvious tourist traps.

The real gems, which highlight our creative genius, our stunning culture and our love of life are plentiful.